MadisonBaker - Hello Poetry

I am a forest I am lively and wholesome Organic and pure I am a home for the abandoned I provide for those who need I am a giver Who is never thanked My floor is always walked on My branches always cut My resources taken advantage of I am a necessity for the ungrateful A savior for those who don't care You are fire Burning down everything in your wake Charring my wood and Turning me to ash You are a destroyer of all things good You singe and you melt You arise from a spark Come in uninvited Sensing weakness You travel fast You leave too quick But with every forest fire Life begins anew A clear slate From which we can start all over again

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC

MadisonBaker

Forest Fire

I am a forest I am lively and wholesome Organic and pure I am a home for the abandoned I provide for those who need I am a giver Who is never thanked My floor is always walked on My branches always cut My resources taken advantage of I am a necessity for the ungrateful A savior for those who don't care You are fire Burning down everything in your wake Charring my wood and Turning me to ash You are a destroyer of all things good You singe and you melt You arise from a spark Come in uninvited Sensing weakness You travel fast You leave too quick But with every forest fire Life begins anew A clear slate From which we can start all over again

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Love exists beyond the boundaries of words It is a feeling greater than the single syllable that speech allows Why must we seek declarations of affection to validate its actuality? Language is meant to communicate, not to confirm one’s emotions Proclaiming your adoration for another does not make it any more real than it was before Do not confine yourself to the limits of vocabulary Let the feeling live within you and convince others of its truth by demonstrating that you care. Show it, don't say it

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC

MadisonBaker

l o v e

Love exists beyond the boundaries of words It is a feeling greater than the single syllable that speech allows Why must we seek declarations of affection to validate its actuality? Language is meant to communicate, not to confirm one’s emotions Proclaiming your adoration for another does not make it any more real than it was before Do not confine yourself to the limits of vocabulary Let the feeling live within you and convince others of its truth by demonstrating that you care. Show it, don't say it

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I’d always sit in your passenger seat even though I knew you’d push me to the back where we’d have more room I’d always reach for your hair even though I knew you’d push my hand away as if me tugging on it would also tug on your heart strings and emotional attachment was as unfamiliar to you as the rain is to California all the things you’d whisper to me on the phone got lost in the receiver when you'd look at me in person like I was a language you didn’t understand and no matter how long you looked and squinted and read over me you still couldn’t decipher who I was your incessant rage was a constant battle I spoke more to your demons than I did to you to you, I was nothing more than a band-aid that covered your open wounds but could never heal them I let you use me as your safety blanket because I knew how it felt for the bed to be cold after your lover left the other side the dream catcher at the top of my bed shook so much that all my dreams fell out every day you made me feel like I just found out my favorite show had been cancelled over and over again yet I still suffocated you with attention did you ever choke on all the empty promises you swore to me? after I choked on you? and you tried to cover your tracks after you walked all over me but I never forgot those three words you said to me that night “Don’t tell anyone.” when we were done your silence told me to leave you had the decency to take me home because you knew it’d be littering if you just threw a piece of trash out on the side of the road every lingering look at my cell phone is a desperate plea for your call and the ghost of your voice only exists in my memory because that’s the only place I can ever find you anymore why do I still crave something so toxic something that could **** me is it because I want to die? or is it because your fatality reminds me that I’m still alive?

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC

MadisonBaker

secrets

I’d always sit in your passenger seat even though I knew you’d push me to the back where we’d have more room I’d always reach for your hair even though I knew you’d push my hand away as if me tugging on it would also tug on your heart strings and emotional attachment was as unfamiliar to you as the rain is to California all the things you’d whisper to me on the phone got lost in the receiver when you'd look at me in person like I was a language you didn’t understand and no matter how long you looked and squinted and read over me you still couldn’t decipher who I was your incessant rage was a constant battle I spoke more to your demons than I did to you to you, I was nothing more than a band-aid that covered your open wounds but could never heal them I let you use me as your safety blanket because I knew how it felt for the bed to be cold after your lover left the other side the dream catcher at the top of my bed shook so much that all my dreams fell out every day you made me feel like I just found out my favorite show had been cancelled over and over again yet I still suffocated you with attention did you ever choke on all the empty promises you swore to me? after I choked on you? and you tried to cover your tracks after you walked all over me but I never forgot those three words you said to me that night “Don’t tell anyone.” when we were done your silence told me to leave you had the decency to take me home because you knew it’d be littering if you just threw a piece of trash out on the side of the road every lingering look at my cell phone is a desperate plea for your call and the ghost of your voice only exists in my memory because that’s the only place I can ever find you anymore why do I still crave something so toxic something that could **** me is it because I want to die? or is it because your fatality reminds me that I’m still alive?

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